Part 1: prelude
Ally was short, a little flat chested, and kind of goth-y in the way she dressed. She had a slight southern accent, and was one of those take-charge kind of girls...well, mostly.
We started playing together at a party during out junior year of college. I was giving her a tour of the house I and my four housemates lived in when she found my toybox.
I always thought she might have been in to bondage. She wore velcro wristcuffs as bracelets, and a collar around her neck, but I'd run across people who just dd that for the look before.
She pulled a heavy chain out of the box and her eyes lit up. She started to rub the cool steel against her skin.
Without a word I took the chain from her and looped my right index finger through the D-ring on the front of her collar. Expecting to get slapped away any second I fastened the chain to her collar with a brass lock from the box...she unexpectedly played along.
"Come on," I said, "there's something you'll like upstairs."
I led her into the attic of the old house I rented a room in. The landlord had been a dentist before he retired, and there was an antique dentist's chair, complete with leather restraints waiting for us in the barely-lit space.
She immediately went crazy for the thing, crawling up onto it and wagging her small, tight ass for me. I'd like to think I did what any red-blooded american male would have done; I took off m belt and gave her a quick smack with it.
Unfortunately, that's when we were interrupted by the cops coming to break up the party downstairs. Ally was 20, and had been drinking, so she got up and bolted down the stairs and out the back door. Never had I felt so horribly blue-balled.
Downstairs in my room I collected her coat and other things she had left, intending to return them to her, but I kept forgetting.
We were luckier the second time.
I was so turned on by the experience that I spent days planning a more controlled encounter; but I could never bring myself to walk up to her and say: "Hey, wanna get strapped to a chair in my attic and maybe we'll fuck? I mean, I'd definately like to hurt you a little, but after that maybe we'll have us some sex." So I took the cowards way out.
I never used my locker on campus, it was small, in an inconvenient part of the schools second basement floor (my department always got shafted for locker space), and I lived too close to really justify it. But four days after the party I brought a very heavy backpack to school and deposited its contents in my locker.
Ally and I had class together at 1:00. During class I slipped the following note into the novel she was reading, knowing that she would leaf through it as she waited for her night class to start:
"Dear Ally,
If you want to finish what we started at the party go downstairs to locker 015a. (The combination is 17 32 01.) You should know what to do with each of the things you find inside. Show up at my house immediately after your next class wearing nothing but what's in the locker.
See you soon, You know who"
At 8:13 there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find Ally, standing on my front porch wearing her long coat, a collar and four foot chain (it nearly dangled on the ground,) locking wrist and ankle cuffs, and a small ball gag.
It was a cool night out, but the sky was clear and the moon was full. I just stood for a moment staring at her in the blue light.
"Take off the coat." As long as I had her, why not push my luck a little?
She opened the coat as she moved to step inside. I put a hand on her chest to stop her.
"If you want inside, then take off the coat."
She said something not very nice through the gag. I couldn't make it out. Then she tried to move past me into the house; she wanted to play, but not by my rules.
I grabbed the chain dangling from her neck and pulled her close, then I yanked the coat down and back as quickly and forcefully as I could. She was now naked on my porch, plainly visible to all.
"Now," I said, noticing that she was visibly aroused, "would you like to come in, slut?"
She nodded. I pulled her inside and led her back to the attic.
The attic was finished, spacious, and well lit. The one thing it lacked was curtains to cover the windows facing three sides of the house, and two relatively well trafficked streets in the student ghetto...but I was ok with that, I was going to be wearing a mask.
With my face hidden and Ally's body fully exposed, I showed her around the space I had set up. The chair stood in the center of the room, shining in the bright lights. Next to it was a folding table in which I had arrayed the tools I planned to use: A bamboo switch, a birch I had made myself while she was in her night class, a medium sized vibe, a skinny leather belt, and a fat one with grommets set in it, a small pile of clothes pins, some rope, and a few other bits and pieces.
After she'd taken it all in I unlocked the back of her gag and took it out of her tiny red mouth. "What do you think?" I asked.
She just made a low growl in her throat and smiled at me.
"First thing first," I said, "go pick something to get beaten with." She walked up and down the table looking at the striking implements I'd laid out. She eliminated the birch an switch as too strict, and went for the fat belt with the grommets.
As she walked back over to me I told her to kneel and offer me the belt. After she complied I took it from her and started flipping it against my hand.
"Would you like to be beaten with this belt?" I asked.
Ally glanced at the floor and meekly said "yes."
I struck her hard on the cheek, leaving a bright red rectangle with three light spots in it. "Remember your manners, slut!"
She tried again, "Yes, please." a bit more forceful this time.
I struck her opposite cheek. "How should a worthless whore like you address me?"
"Yes, please, sir."
"Good, now stand up." She did. "Open your filthy mouth." She did.
